The bedroom is very still, and very, very quiet.

Dirk will find Ranboo there-- slumped in the center of the bed, curled up, but something is horribly, horribly off about the scene. There's no sniffling or groaning anymore, no labored breath-- no breath at all.

Ranboo is very, very still there in the bed.

There is an empty pill bottle beside the bed, a still uncapped bottle of water there sitting beside it, now nearly empty. Ranboo's eyes are lidded, lightly, strangely, like a robot that ran down in the middle of a motion.

There is no response as Dirk bustles into the room with the head.